If my soul were a puppy,
It would leap up and lick your face.
It’s just that excited for all that you are.
Tail wagging.
Unabashed joy.
To catch a glimpse…
To see the arrival…
of You.
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Valerie Roney 
If my soul were a bird,
I’d wing my way to far off places
to either bring you a bit of home
or to join you in far flung adventures.
I’d sit on your shoulder
to whisper little jokes
in your ear
to make you smile.
I’d share a song
as you hummed
to celebrate
life’s precious moments.
I’d flap and flutter
and chirp and chatter
just to let you know
that I’m glad
that you are here.
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if my soul were
a butterfly
it would flit
and flutter
constantly beating
rushing with the joy of you
live fully
brightly and suddenly
curl itself around you
cocooned
until something new
even more beautiful
could emerge
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new five pound soul
are you an old soul too?
one arm diving
out of the womb
one fist in your mouth
I can hear fireworks
sleep, sleep tiny flame
Diya Nordland July 12 2011 6:24 pm
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